He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquities,
the chastisement of our peace was upon Him
and with His stripes we are healed".
"Don't Call Me Disabled"
Don't call me disabled, that's not really true.
How would you like it, if that's what I called YOU?
Don't tell me I am not normal, it hurts me thru &
What's normal for me is not normal for you.
Just because I am ill, and I am not like you.
Don't just tell me, what I can't do.
I may not be called a Cadillac or a Rolls Royce
However my illness, was not my choice.
For everything you tell me, that I can't do
There is something else, I CAN show you.
First you say, that I can't walk or run.
However, I CAN still have lots of fun.
I might be in an awful lot of pain.
Give me a moment, I will smile again.
I might need time to adjust.
I know God is where I place my trust.
Next you tell me, I can't work any more.
Oh yes I CAN, Pain is quite a chore.
Now you say, I can't socialize.
I am here to tell you, that's all just lies.
I talk and visit more friends than you each day.
I visit, with my computer, it's just another way.
For all the things you say I can't do.
I might just agree "if" I were you.
I am just thankful that I am me!
God will help me "Be all that I CAN be"
You see Everyone is special, in their own way.
It's just different, the way we live each day.
Yes, I might struggle more than you.
But God gave me knowledge on How to DO!
He gives me strength to learn each day.
How to do everything in a different way.
Even tho I am sick and sometimes weak.
Everyday it's "me" to whom He will speak.
© Joynheart- 07/11/99
My Miracle Son: A Gift From God
By Beliefnet member dorothysweeney
This story is not about me. It is about my 23 year old son, Matthew. Little did I know all those years ago when I named him, that it meant "Gift from God" -- and that he is.I lost Matthew's twin in my third month and he was born a preemie with cerebral palsy. My world fell apart when he was diagnosed at the age of 10 months. We were told we could simply put him in a home. I don't think so -- he was the survivor -- and so he stayed with us.
We enrolled him in an early intervention school by the age of 13 months and within three weeks, the absolutely wonderful teachers there had him sipping from a cup and sitting up. By the age of 3, he was walking -- a miracle.
Matthew is always smiling and always friendly. He is truly the light of my life. When he was 11, he took a seizure and was diagnosed with epilepsy but through it all, he always smiled. He was on meds for four years and is now free of epilepsy. But at the age of 16, he developed manic depression and we thought we would never get his "mind" back again. God surely does smile on my son -- he was put on very strong meds and he did come out of it.
My son was a commencement speaker at the Overbrook School for the Blind here in Philly (he is not blind, but visually impaired). To watch my son on that stage proves to me that God continues to smile down on him. He works now at a WaWa store. No matter how bad I might look, he always tells me I'm beautiful. He is loving and caring and would be a friend to all, if he could. All those who know him, think he's the best and my husband has been calling him the "Rock" ever since he came out of that manic depression.
I have been living a shattering life with my oldest son but all I have to do is look at Matt and just the sight of him pulls me out of my own depression. I also have a teenage daughter who is the light of my life but Matt (he's not disabled and he's not handicapped) is Heaven's Special Child.